The Biker's Fate Chapter 461

"I hate it," I complained, sliding to the floor in front of the mirrored wall.

It was the day after Merrick and I had ordered a new sofa, and it had been way too long between dance sessions for me, which meant, every step I took sucked. Bad.

"Why?" Grace asked. "I think it's great."

I shook my head. "It's not good enough, Grace. I know it, you know it, Cassidy will know it."

She sighed.

"You need a partner," Lily said, sitting beside me.

Lily Quinn just so happened to be Cassidy's daughter-in-law. She was married to Maverick, who was one of Merrick's Dog brothers, along with his father, Ace.

"Do you know anyone?" I asked, hopefully.

"No, not really. The two guys I used to dance with have gone to other companies in California."

"Rude," I said.

"Right?" Lily lamented.

"I bet Cassidy would know someone," Grace said.

I shook my head. "I want to work this out myself."

"What about Finch?" Lily said.

"What about me?" Merrick asked, walking through the door.

"Standing in as partner."

"Nope," he said, with an emphasis on the 'p.'

"It's fine," I said.

"It's for Remington, Merr," Grace provided, and he frowned.

"You need a partner?" he asked.

"If I want to do what I need to, yes. But I need someone trained. It's fine, honey."

"He's trained," Grace said.

"Grace," Merrick warned.

"He is," Lily added. "He took two years during football. And Cass uses him sometimes when she's desperate."

"Enough," Merrick snapped. "I'm not wearing tights for anyone. Sorry, baby, but it ain't happenin'."

"You wouldn't need to wear tights," Grace said.

"You really wouldn't," I said. "I just need an anchor. Someone strong enough to lift me."

He dropped his head back and hissed out, "Jesus," to the ceiling.

Grace clapped her hands. "That's a yes."

"That's not what I heard," I said, but studied him, once again hopeful.

He met my eyes. "I'll do it."

I couldn't love him more in this moment.

"You will?"

"Yeah, baby, I will. I have no clue if I'll do any good, but I can be your anchor."

I jumped to my feet and threw myself against him, kissing his neck as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. "Thank you."

"It'll be worth it just for that," he whispered.

I leaned back and smiled up at him. "Can we work on something now?"

"What about your bruises and your arm?"

"They're healing, and I've been hurt worse in shows and had to dance through it. Well, maybe not the arm, but I don't need my arm for this routine," I pressed. "Please?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

I kissed him again and took his hand to pull him to the barre and faced the mirror. "I need you to stand like this."

I gave him a quick lesson on how to hold his core and how I needed him to catch me, then guided him to the middle of the room. "Promise me you'll catch me. Even if it's not pretty."

He smiled. "Not gonna let you fall, Rem."

I bit my lip, then nodded and walked to the opposite side of the room. I moved into a plié, then up on my feet to relevé before stepping into glissades, repeating those steps as I made my way to Merrick. He watched me closely, and when I sped up slightly, I saw him lock his body at the same time as he loosened his arms, ready to catch me.

Then I was flying.

Into his arms, then into the air as he lifted me above his head and dropped me toward the floor, holding me locked to him, my feet to the sky, before lifting me again and setting me gently back on my toes.

He was perfect. A hell of a lot better than someone who'd only done two years of training.

I heard a whoop and a holler, then multiple whoops and hollers, and I faced the sound as Merrick slid his arm around my waist. Flea and Maverick had arrived and were in the corner waiting with Grace and Lily, clapping like we were rock stars and I grinned big as I hugged Merrick tight. "You misled me on your level of 'training,'" I accused.

He laughed. "Well, now you know."

"You're the prettiest fuckin' ballerina I ever seen, Finch," Flea joked.

"Hey," Grace snapped, smacking his arm.

Flea laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry, second prettiest."

I gripped Merrick's cut and stood on pointe to kiss him gently. "That was perfect. Exactly what I needed."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Will you do that with me for my audition?"

"Yeah, baby. Whatever you need."

"I love you," I whispered, kissing him again.

"Love you, too. Wanna get some food?"

"Yes! I'm starving."

I joined Lily and Grace and we pulled sweats on over our leotards and tights, then followed the men out to the vehicles. It was raining so no one had their bikes, which was a bummer, but we headed to a local restaurant and spent the rest of the evening laughing with our friends.

It had been the perfect day.

"Jesus," Merrick hissed as he pushed in deeper.

I smiled, loving the power I had over him right now. As promised, he'd bought lube. Lots of it and I was currently on my side pressing against his extremely hard cock, trying to take him all the way.

"Rem, you need to slow down."

"I want you in."

He pushed again, and I gripped his arm anchored around my waist.

"Okay, maybe a little slower," I rasped, swallowing.

"It's too much."

"No, it's not," I countered. "Don't stop, honey. Please."

He kept me tight to him, his front to my back, and pressed in again. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, honey," I promised, and he buried himself a little further, while I tried not to come. Even though it was a little uncomfortable, I was ridiculously turned on. "Fuck me, Tweety."

"Don't want to hurt you, Rem."

"You're not hurting me."

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"So do you," I whispered.

He moved slowly, and I tried to rock, but he slapped my ass in response.

"If you're trying to get me to slow down, slapping me like that isn't helping," I ground out. "It just riles me more."

"Baby, settle," he ordered. "My dick is buried somewhat deep and tight and you making me laugh is just gonna rile me more."

He reached over my legs and slid a finger into my pussy, keeping his thumb connected to my clit and then finally began to move. I moved with him, my orgasm building hard and fast…like usual, but this one was far more intense, and I shuddered as a climax washed over me, quickly followed by another.

"Fuck," he rasped, gently pulling out of me. "God damn, baby. Even part way in, it was amazing."

"That was so, so good."

"That's beyond an understatement," he said. "If dancing with you means that? I'm in every day."

I chuckled. "Well, let's see how I feel tomorrow, and go from there."

"Are you sore?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"Not really, but you're the only one I've let in, so…"

He grinned, kissing me gently. "That means everything to me, baby."

"To me too. I love you more than you will ever know."

"I'm getting an idea, but it still doesn't come close to what I feel for you."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not a competition."

"Well, if it was, I'd win."

"Oh my god, you so wouldn't."

He slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "So would."

I followed and turned on the shower. "You gonna lather me up, cowboy?"

"Lather, rile, whatever my queen needs."

I grinned. "Correct answer, peasant."